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Author's Chapter Notes:
My "J" key on my keyboard decided it wanted to jump ship and I am now missing a key cap so if I miss a "J" here and there just know that that's why. I have to push down real hard on this stupid little circle to make one appear and when I get going, there is just no stopping my typing. :)

This chapter was really difficult to write for some reason so I'm sorry if it's not up to the level of the previous chapters. Every story has to have a weak point, right?
Chapter 19.

Spike sat in the living room of the Summers home waiting patiently for the return of his girlfriend with the other males taking temporary residence in the house. Sarah's husband, Dave, was a pretty decent guy. He and the rest of the family seemed to be pretty close and he was the only one who had managed to elicit a true guttural laugh from the usually serious as the grave Hank as he talked animatedly about anything that popped in to his head. Spike hadn't had a true family holiday since before his father passed away and spending the 'happiest time of the year' with Buffy and her kin showed him just what he had been missing out on for almost his entire life.

"Buff, Dawn," Joyce yelled up the stairs as she emerged from the kitchen with Sarah close behind, "are you two almost ready?"

"Coming!" Buffy's unmistakeable voice answered.

Spike smiled to himself, she was going to have a fun time trying to get ready on tour while sharing a bus with three other people and the odd Bob conquest. Everyone around the room slowly began to stand and collect their jackets, car keys, and significant others. Spike shot a glance across the room over to where Claire and Timmy stood, the kid cleaned up well. He was wearing a pair of gray dress pants and a white shirt with a black tie. Claire, on the other hand, was dressed up well enough to go to a prom. The bright red dress reached the floor and the heels she was wearing made her tower over her boyfriend. Spike chuckled softly, that was one thing Buffy would never have to worry about.

Spike moved toward the banister to grab his jacket and was surprised when he saw Buffy and Dawn standing at the top of the stairs. He watched for a moment as Buffy fixed a stray piece of Dawn's hair before sticking a bobby pin in it to keep her bangs out of her face. Buffy shared a quick hug with her sister before the pair turned and began to make their way down the stairs. When Buffy saw Spike standing at the bottom, jacket in hand and waiting for her, she couldn't stop the smile that grew across her face. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants and perfectly matching long sleeve black button up shirt. She shook her head as she took in his dark blue tie.

Spike, on the other hand, had to keep his jaw from dropping as he took in the sight of her. Her tanned legs seemed a million miles long as she made her way to him on her impossibly high dark blue heels. The black dress hugged her body perfectly and, as always, his necklace shone in the light from where it rested just above the swell of her breasts.

Her smile turned in to a light smirk as she reached him, standing on the first stair and liking that she was now at his eye level. "We match." She commented.

"Great minds and all that." He responded as he held a hand out to her. She placed her hand in his and blushed slightly as he touched his lips to it in a gentle kiss. It always amazed her how he could make a single move that she should have seen as sweet and gentlemanly seem so intimate and sexy, it was definitely one of those things that only he could do. "You are absolutely beautiful, you know that?"

She laughed softly. "I seem to remember you showing me just that last night."

Spike's tongue moved to touch the tip of his two front teeth as he cocked his head to the side as he looked her over with hungry eyes. "You just wait until we get back to LA," he said as he moved closer to whisper in her ear, "I'm gonna make you scream."

Buffy didn't say a word as the tingles ran down her spine, she merely met his eyes in silent defiance as she tried her hardest to hide the effect he was having on her. "Grab me my jacket?"

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Spike followed behind the rest of Buffy's family happily holding Buffy's hand. Each subgroup of the Summers clan had driven their own cars, there was no way to get thirteen people in a car and not get arrested, and Spike was completely fine with the little bit of alone time he was getting with his girl. The drive was a good twenty five minutes and when they finally arrived they both felt completely starved. They were given a private room in the small Italian restaurant and when Spike looked at the prices on the menu he knew that there was a reason why Buffy and her family only came here once a year.

"Fifteen bucks for calamari?" He asked quietly.

Buffy nodded. "I know, it's crazy. I'll probably just get a salad or something small and then make real food at my house later."

"Buff," he said as he glanced around the table, "get whatever you want. I'll handle the bill."

Buffy shook her head. "No, it's fine."

"All of our meals are paid for by the record company on tour," he said quietly, "just let me be the boyfriend tonight."

Within moments the waitress appeared to take their order. Most of the family ordered two or three different things, but Buffy had stuck to her guns and ordered nothing but a chicken Caesar salad. Spike had given her a sideways look as he ordered his chicken Alfredo but she just smiled back at him like a little kid that had gotten her way.

"Don't act like you've won some big battle," Spike said quietly as the waitress took her leave, "I'm stuffing you full of breadsticks and you're splitting that Alfredo with me."

"Are you trying to get me fat?" Buffy asked.

"No," Spike answered, "but if you don't eat more than that stupid salad then there won't be anything left in Ethan's stocking by morning."

Buffy laughed as she leaned a little further toward him and planted a quick kiss against his lips. The small public display of affection almost went unnoticed, but Karen had just so happened to look across the table at them at the exact moment that their lips had met.

"So Spike," Karen said loudly enough to get the attention of the entire table, "how was your tour?"

Spike knew this was a trap, this woman was pure evil and for some reason couldn't stand anyone around her being the least bit happy. "It was great," he answered politely, "we went to a lot of places we haven't been before and met a lot of great people."

"Oh, well that sounds like fun." Grandmother Summers said with a sweet smile in his direction.

"Is the tour over?" Sarah asked.

Spike shook his head. "No, the first leg is done but we've still got another few weeks to go."

"Going anywhere good?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah," he said with a nod, "We've got a few days in Vegas, Baltimore, and Florida coming up along with a bunch of one day stops here and there."

"When do you leave again?" Karen asked.

Spike took a long sip of his coke before answering. "January third."

"You're away longer than you're here," Karen said with a laugh, "doesn't the distance bother you guys?"

"Actually, Buffy's coming with me." Spike said quickly.

Spike watched as the woman's eyes widened in shock as Claire's jaw dropped. Sarah's face lit up in a happy way and her husband mirrored that reaction. Buffy's grandmother continued to smile sweetly and her grandfather was completely oblivious to everything except for the breadstick he was currently trying to conquer. Dawn was trying not to laugh at the more ridiculous reactions across the table from her and Joyce and Hank didn't seemed the least bit phased by their announcement.

Spike felt a light tug on his shirt and looked over to see Ethan trying to get his attention. "Go where?"

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Dinner had gone on pretty smoothly after Spike and Buffy let the cat out of the bag. Sarah had been incredibly excited for her and had asked her about a million different questions about their plans. Dawn made conversation with Timmy while Claire ate her food without saying a word as she continued to sulk over something that had nothing to do with her. Buffy had no idea what her problem was, but it was times like these that made her happy that they only saw them on special occasions.

Buffy glanced over at Spike and couldn't help but smile. Ethan had been talking his ear off for the better part of an hour now about anything that crossed the little boy's mind. Spike nodded along and contributed to the conversation whenever he could get a word in and Buffy could tell that the two were happy as clams talking about Power Rangers.

"I like the uh, the um white ranger." Ethan said as he shoved a fork full of spaghetti in to his mouth.

"Yeah?" Spike asked.

Ethan nodded. "Yeah, his name is Tommy."

"Tommy," Spike said in a thoughtful way, "wasn't he the black ranger?"

"Yeah, but he, he was the white ranger first."

"Oh, that's right." Spike said with an almost dramatic nod.

"Yeah, and he is a good fighter." Ethan said.

"They're all good fighters." Spike laughed as he turned back to Buffy. He reached out and let his hand rest gently on her knee before giving it a quick squeeze. "You alright, luv?" He asked.

Buffy smiled as she nodded. "Never been better."

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Dinner had ended without any additional drama or carnage and Buffy was glad to have it in the past. Ethan had taken quite the liking to Spike and had spent the last five minutes begging for his mother and father to let him ride home with Spike and Buffy. She had refused of course, it was obvious that he was going to pass out the second his head hit the back of the car seat, but Spike had promised to sit next to the small boy at breakfast the next day.

They pulled out of the restaurant's parking lot in the same order they had arrived in. Hank and Joyce led the family followed by the car that held Sarah, Dave, and Ethan. Karen and Claire were next and Buffy's grandparents were in the car behind them. Spike was last in the line and wasn't the least bit surprised when he got stuck behind a red light. As he watched the rest of her family drive on he just happened to glance at Buffy's legs from the corner of his eye. Christ, she was perfect.

With an evil glint in his eye Spike reached his hand across the small divider between them and gently grabbed her around the knee. Buffy looked over at him in confusion for a moment, but as his hand began to steadily rise upward she realized exactly what he had planned to do. "Spike, we can't-"

"Shhh," he said quietly as his hand continued to rise, "I know we can't do this back at the house with your family all over," his hand met her womanhood with a purpose, "but if I can't have you in that little black dress I'm gonna go crazy." Buffy's eyes fluttered closed as he began to stroke her through the thin lace panties she had worn beneath her dress. He smirked as he saw the reaction he was already having on her before pushing the small piece of fabric to the side and rubbing her clit with his talented fingers. She tilted her head back against the seat behind her as a soft moan of pleasure left her lips. "Just sit back and enjoy it."

Buffy's legs spread on their own accord as he continued his ministrations. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the road, but the sight of his girl writhing in pleasure next to him was definitely stealing his attention. Her hips were bucking against his hand and he did a good job of keeping his distance from other motorists on the almost vacant road. He inserted a finger in to her sex while his thumb continued to pluck playfully on the sensitive nub hidden in her folds. Her moans were getting louder and more frequent as she neared her release and it proved to be too much for Spike to bare.

Without a single turn signal he flew in to the nearest empty parking lot and quickly moved the car to the back of the building. He threw the car in to park and pulled her on top of him in one swift motion. Deciding that he didn't have the time nor patience to deal with her tiny pair of underthings he grabbed the pocket knife he always had in the center console and quickly cut them off of her before undoing his belt and zipper. He pulled his pants down just enough to get them out of the way before plunging in to her with a loud moan. The two moved quickly against each other as one of his arms circled tightly around her waist. He kissed her passionately on the mouth as he continued to slam in to her. Her hands found the back of his seat as she gripped the top of it in pleasure.

"Spike." She practically cried.

"Christ." He moaned. "So good, Buffy, so sodding good."

Buffy met her release first and Spike followed close behind. They sat together for a few moments, Buffy straddling his lap and his manhood still buried deep within her as the vibrations they felt throughout their skin slowly started to wither away. They each took heavy, labored breaths as their foreheads rested together. She opened her eyes slightly and wasn't surprised when she found him gazing at her with a look she hadn't seen there before.

This was perfect.

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Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright,
'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear.

Buffy opened her eyes slowly as her mind began to register his voice singing softly in her ear. It wasn't his usual edgy voice she was hearing, but a soft whisper in her ear.

The moon may be high,
But I can't see a thing in the sky,
'Cause I only have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden,
Or on a crowded avenue.

Buffy turned slowly in an attempt to find him and she was a little surprised when she realized that he wasn't in the bed with her. Her eyes shot open and quickly searched out his form. He sat at the edge of the bed looking down at her with a look of pure adoration strewn across his face. As her eyes met his she saw the ghost of a smile lining his lips as he continued to sing the song just for her.

You are here, so am I.
Maybe millions of people go by,

But they all disappear from view.

He leaned over her and rested his forehead gently against hers.

And I only have eyes for you.

As if to punctuate the last verse of his song, his lips met hers in a tender kiss. When he pulled away he kept his forehead against her's as he gazed down at her with bright blue eyes. "Morning, luv."

Buffy smiled as she reached up to find his lips a second time. "Good morning."

"How did you sleep?" He asked softly.

"Fine." She answered. "It's Christmas!" She said almost as an afterthought.

Spike couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes it is, and Christmas means presents."

Spike pulled away from her suddenly and reached under the bed. When he sat back up he was holding two different boxes covered in his signature black wrapping paper with a bright red ribbon. Buffy smiled as she sat up in her bed and threw her hair up in to a messy ponytail.

"We usually do this downstairs with the entire family." She explained.

"I know," he said, "but I was hoping that we could do ours alone."

Buffy nodded with an excited smile on her face as Spike handed her the larger of the two boxes. She quickly tore away the wrapping and pulled the lid off of the plain cardboard box she found underneath. "Oh, my God," she whispered as she took in the leather jacket she found inside, "it's gorgeous."

Spike smiled. "Figured you could wear it on tour, might fit the crowd better than your other one."

Buffy pulled the jacket out of the box and quickly moved to her mirror to look it over. When she pulled it on the black leather was soft against her skin and it fit her like a glove. It was decorated with thin leather straps crisscrossing down each side and a few random silver zippers gave it just a bit of the punk flare that really pulled it all together.

"What do you think?" Spike asked from his spot still sitting on the bed.

"I feel like a rock star." She answered almost seriously.

Spike chuckled. "Well you look like one, even with the pajama pants."

Buffy turned around and practically tackled him back on to the bed as she littered his face with tiny kisses. "I love it, thank you so much."

Spike smiled as he began to sit up. "Still got something else for you."

"There's more?" She asked.

"'Course there's more." He said as he grabbed the tiny box from where it sat on the bed. He handed it to her and she opened it with just as much excitement as the first. She instantly recognized it to be a ring box and her heart raced as she moved to open it. The small ring inside had a pattern that she had seen multiple times before with two hands holding a small heart with a crown resting on top of it. "It's a Claddagh ring."

Buffy nodded. "I've seen them before but I never knew what they were."

"They started out in Ireland in a place right outside of Galway," he explained, "each one of the symbols it had on it means something. The heart is pretty self explanatory, the hands are for friendship, and the crown means loyalty." Buffy nodded as she listened to him explain the ring. "When it's worn this way," he said as he turned the ring so that the tip of the heart pointed toward her fingertips, "it means that the wearer doesn't have any kind of... romantic ties to anyone."

"So they're single." Buffy stated.

Spike nodded. "When it's turned this way," he said as he turned the ring in the opposite direction and slid it on to her finger, "it means the exact opposite. I know that a lot of people can't seem to grasp the fact that this, that we have is serious, but I think that this may get them to put a sock in it for a little while."

"I love it." She said as she took in the sight of it on her finger.

"I have one, too." He said quietly.

Buffy smiled as she turned her head to look at him. "Do you?"

Spike nodded with a light chuckle as he raised his hand. His ring, a slightly larger and thicker version of the one she was wearing, was already firmly in place on his right ring finger. "Thought it looked cool and didn't want to be tempted to take yours."

Buffy smiled as she looked down at the ring on her own finger. "My gift is going to suck compared to this."

"Bollocks." He said dismissively as he watched her stand and move over to her closet. She pulled a large box out from behind her clothes and proceeded to carry it over to the bed. Spike picked up the large, and pretty heavy, box and sat it on his lap as Buffy took a seat next to him. She looked pretty nervous as his hands found the edge of the wrapping paper and began to open it. He popped the top of the box off and Buffy watched as his eyes grew wide as he took in the pure white guitar that now sat on his lap.

"I don't know much about guitars," Buffy said quietly, "but I thought maybe the white would look cool against all the black you guys wear." Spike nodded silently as he picked the guitar out of it's box and laid it across his lap to get a feel for it. "It's a-"

"Fender Strat." He finished for her, the look of awe still strewn across his face as he ogled is new toy. "Must have cost you a pretty penny, luv."

Buffy nodded as he began to play a couple of chords on it. "If you don't like it you can always just-"

"Emily." He said suddenly. Buffy cocked her head to the side as she tried to make sense of the random name he had just said. He turned his head slowly to look at her. "I love her, and I'm gonna call her Emily."

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"Hold it up, Ethan, let everyone see what you got." Sarah said as she watched her son rip through another one of his presents. So far he had been completely spoiled by the rest of the family and knew that the few presents left under the tree for him would be no exception to that rule.

"It's a train set!" He yelled excitedly.

"And who gave it to you?" Dave asked as a sort of hidden reminder for Ethan to use his manners.

"Thanks Gramma and Grampa!" Ethan yelled as he ran up to the elderly couple and threw his arms around each one. Cameras flashed all over the room before Ethan turned and ran back up to the tree. Seeing his eyes light up every time he opened up a present was magical and nothing in the world could match the preciousness of the happy glint in his eyes. Everyone had gotten up much earlier than they had intended to due to the little boy's excitement but not one person in the world would be upset about that.

Buffy and Spike sat hand in hand next to one another on the large leather couch. They had gotten in shortly after the rest of the family the night before but no one seemed to question what had taken them a bit longer than usual. Buffy looked as cute as ever with her hair pulled up in a ponytail and dressed in a simple pair of light jeans and a random gray hoodie she had found in her closet while Spike had worn a dark pair of blue jeans and white Sex Pistols shirt.

"Isn't he cute?" Buffy asked him quietly.

Spike nodded. "He is."

Buffy smiled. "I love little kids on Christmas morning, even when Dawn was younger watching her would make me so happy."

"This one is from Buffy and Spike." Dave said as he handed Ethan his next present.

Spike instantly looked over at Buffy. "I put your name on the card when you got here," she explained, "I didn't want you to feel bad."

Spike nodded before turning his attention back to Ethan. She was right, he would have felt bad about not giving the kid a present but getting credit for something that he had no part in didn't sit well with him either. When Ethan unwrapped the present he couldn't help but move a little closer to see what 'they' had gotten him.

"A crayon maker!" Ethan yelled as he jumped up and down. "I saw this on the TV! Mom, I saw this on the TV!"

"I know sweetheart, now go say thank you." Sarah said with a smile.

Ethan ran over to Buffy and Spike and took no time in leaping on to Spike's lap. He wrapped his tiny arms around the man before moving over and doing the same to Buffy. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He cheered over and over.

Spike wanted to say something, but the little boy was so happy about his crayon maker than he didn't have the guts to tell him he had no part in it. Instead he gave the kid a pat on the back before he ran back off to play with his new toys.

With Ethan being done with his presents it was now everyone else's turn to exchange gifts. Buffy had gotten her sister a complete makeup set from MAC along with some type of expensive hair straightener. Dawn had gone old school and made her sister a mixed CD and a random statue of a penguin. Her parents had gotten her a new cell phone to replace the beat up Blackberry she had been running around with and she and Dawn had pulled their money together to get their mother a large painting and their father a mini-fridge stocked with his favorite beer.

Spike had been surprised to find out that Dawn had gotten him a lighter in the shape of a cheeseburger and had a laugh when he received a gift certificate to an auto shop in LA to fix up his car from her parents. He had anticipated this and bought them each small presents including a copy of the latest Passions album, signed by the entire band, for Dawn and a bottle of very expensive wine for Joyce and Hank.

After another few minutes of gift swapping, Joyce had a sudden realization. "You two haven't exchanged gifts yet."

Buffy glanced to her boyfriend quickly and he back at her. "Actually, we had our own little gift exchange earlier this morning."

"Well what did you get?" She asked. Everyone else must have been wondering the same thing because everyone was looking over at them with curiosity written clearly on their faces. Buffy had anticipated this happening and both of them had already brought their gifts downstairs with them. She pulled the jacket off of the back of the couch and held it up for her family to see. "Buffy, it's beautiful!" Joyce exclaimed.

Buffy nodded. "It fits me perfectly."

"Well, don't just sit there and tell us about it," Sarah said from across the room, "put it on! Give us a show!"

Buffy laughed as she pulled her hoodie over her head and handed it over to Spike. She pulled the leather jacket over the white tank top she had been wearing underneath and Spike couldn't help but grin. The jacket did look damn good on her and he could just see her wearing it while they toured. He imagined them walking through the crowd, her on his arm, with all eyes in the venue on them. January third couldn't come soon enough.

"Awesome!" Sarah said giving her a thumbs up as she gave her tiny crowd a twirl. Buffy smiled as she removed the jacket and replaced it with her hoodie. "And I see matching rings." Buffy laughed happily as she lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers to show it off. "What did you get him?"

Without skipping a beat Spike pulled the guitar out from behind the couch and held it across his lap proudly. "I'm calling her Emily."

Karen rolled her eyes. "What romantic gifts. A jacket and a guitar."

Everyone seemed to ignore Karen's little comment, everyone except for Sarah. "Do you always have to be such a bitch?" She asked angrily.

Karen's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"I know you heard me." Sarah said as she stood from her spot on the fold out chair. Dave tried to pull her back towards him, but she was having none of it.

"How dare you talk to me like that." Karen said as she got to her own feet.

"How dare you treat my niece the way that you do." Sarah shot back. "She and her family are nothing but nice to you. They opened their home up to you and all you do is insult Buffy and her boyfriend. There is absolutely no reason for it."

"Aunt Sarah-"

"No Buffy," Sarah said pointing a finger at her, "someone needs to put her in her place." She turned her attention back to Karen. "I don't know if it's because you're jealous or what but it's completely ridiculous and pathetic."

"What's ridiculous is you acting this way in front of your son and my family." Karen said as she folded her arms across her chest.

"My son is upstairs playing with his toys," Sarah shot back, "and I know that your family is sick and tired of it as well."

Karen looked around the room for form of support from her family, but the only one who even looked in her direction was her own daughter. "Uncle Hank," Claire shrieked, "are you really going to let her talk to my mom like that?"

"Yeah." Hank said standing up next to his wife's sister. "You have no respect for my daughter and frankly I'm tired of it."

"Well, fine," Karen said with obvious anger, "we'll just leave then."

"There's the door."

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Everyone watched in silent relief as Karen and Claire threw their belongings in to the trunk of their car. Nobody would say it but they were all thinking the exact same thing.

Poor Timmy.


Chapter End Notes:
Sorry for the somewhat lame update but now I get to write the parts that I'm actually excited about.

Next chapter: Back to LA!

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